Working For The Weekend Lyrics

I put on my clothes, Preparing for another dull of 9 to 5. And I suppose, I better get a move on, My lift's on time. Another Monday morning cloud, Is hanging over everybody that I see, But it's ok 'cos we're allowed, A quarter of an hour for a cup of tea. And I'm wishing it was Friday night, That's where I long to be. I'm working for the weekend, And dreaming of a time, When everyday's the weekend, I'd be doing overtime. And then another week is done, And everyone around me is wearing a smile, Because the weekend is for fun, And we don't have to clock back in for quite a while. And I'm really glad it's Friday night, That's where I'm meant to be. Because I'm working for the weekend And dreaming of a time, When everyday's the weekend, I'd be working overtime. And everyday I lose my mind I'm hearing voices all the time, And everything would be alright If everyday was Friday night.